heart in the atlantic

even though i dip my toes into Erie waters, my heart still yearns for the soft sand of the south. I miss the early muggy mornings with tea and warm pancakes, watching the sunrise under the freedom of the summer skies, smoking away my hometown, leaving it behind in the dust of the salty ocean breeze.

i see glimpses of you now and then on late summer nights spent on the highway with shared dinners between friends.

a simple illusion, or a projection of my own self?...